I can't believe what some people have thought of me
I'm a failure of them
So much dirt thrown on a name
The world is surprised to see a garden grown.
Long ago I left home
My brain forgot the way back and its ok
My heart died and my soul forgot the pain
And I wouldn't rather it a different way
Could never forget the strain
My hands calloused with the grain of the rope I used to pull down success from above
The day I planned to recreate my whole load
I predetermined successes
And sparked a flame under the kerosene called hope...
and laid the echos to rest
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